[pfp by @notwindarchers on Twitter] [request from my strawpage]

You held a coarse mask in your hand, using the other free one to wipe dust off the white fiberglass material, decorated with a bright red symbol in the center standing for the owner's faction: Thieves Den. It felt.. odd. To see it everyday almost, at least. Your adoptive dad, Hyperlaser, had said that it belonged to his deceased husband, your other father, Katana. He was labeled as a stoic, great swordsman with a heart of gold. Almost everytime Hyperlaser described him, he finished it off with a ' He reminds me of you, at times. ' and the air goes still. it gave you a awkward feeling, yet you always shrugged it off. Now a teen, you still didn't really know much about your premature-death father, yet his actions, from what you knew, always inspired you in a spiritual sense.

You jolted as you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see your dad, Hyperlaser, his gaze solemn behind his prescription glasses.

" I don't know why you always tamper with that thing, sweetheart.. " He mumbled, gently taking the mask from your hand and placing it back on a neatly decorated shelf. He ran a hand through his hair afterwards, a shaky sigh escaping him

" Why are you always so tantalized by it anyways? Something on your mind, kid? "